Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 700:

Hadley flashed him a polite smile.

“Thanks.”

Without another word, she turned and left.

Phillips watched her leave, completely unsettled.

Now what was he supposed to do?

Even though Hadley’s logic made sense, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that Eric would expect her there when he opened his eyes.

Phillips couldn’t help but feel that Hadley seemed entirely unconcerned with Eric’s condition.

At around nine, Eric finally regained consciousness.

Surprisingly, he felt fine—like he’d simply awakened from a long, restful sleep.

“Eric—you’re finally up.” Linda’s unmistakable voice rang out, filled with relief and mild surprise.

Like him, she was wearing hospital clothes, though her stay was precautionary—aside from feeling cold and a little shaken, she’d escaped unharmed. At Ernest’s insistence, she remained in the hospital overnight, just to ensure she was completely fine.

Ernest himself was present, quietly standing guard nearby.

Eric acknowledged them with a slight nod.

“Linda, Ernest.”

“About time you woke up,” Linda said, giving him a gentle yet reproachful look.

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“You were unconscious for hours. How are you feeling? Any pain?”

“None,” Eric answered after a brief pause to check himself.

“Just feels stiff when I try moving.”

“You shouldn’t move around so much,” Linda said softly, easing him back against the pillows.

“Don’t strain yourself. You’ve got injuries everywhere; healing takes rest.”

“They’re minor scratches,” Eric responded, offering her a reassuring grin.

“No big deal.”

Turning his attention to Ernest, he asked earnestly,

“Does Hadley know what happened?”

The thought that Hadley might have called him before the incident still worried him.noveldrama

“Have you spoken to her? Is everything alright with her?”

Linda didn’t give Ernest a chance to speak, instead letting out a bitter laugh filled with obvious disdain.

“Oh, believe me, nothing’s wrong with her. She’s perfectly fine.”

“Linda,” Ernest said sharply, his eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“What, am I wrong?”

Linda retorted, her irritation with Hadley suddenly surfacing.

“Her boyfriend is hospitalized, practically unconscious, and what does she do? She leaves. She couldn’t even wait around until he woke up. Said something ridiculous about needing to go to work. Honestly, Eric—what kind of job could possibly mean more to her than you?”

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